Last month I added Rifampin to my arsenal again, after taking it twice a day for sixteen months and stopping it in Jan., 06. A few things have happened since I started Rifampin a few weeks ago. I decided I should set them to paper while I am lucid (so to speak).
I have nothing dramatic left to recover, which in itself is rather dramatic, considering the nature and usual outcome of our disease. Shortly after downing my first Rifampin, I developed vertigo, which was present in 04 and 05 when I took it, but I was so foggy and spent so much time horizontal that I didn't notice it as much (indeed, I didn't notice much, then). It is reduced to a fraction of its previous presence - but it is there all the time. The fact that it has been three weeks today since I had surgery to begin reconstruction after a bilateral mastectomy last January may or may not have anything to do with the impact of Rifampin, which I started on the same day. Richard said "Your body has been hit with a lot in the past year." My feeling is that I am 68 years old, have MS and cancer, and got implants. THAT, my friends, is optimism!
One evening last week, while taking my PM pills, I looked at one and it didn't look as big as usual, so I swallowed it - whole. Then I swallowed ALL the others,including the ones that I normally chew. In the first part of 05 I NEVER took a pill or ate food unless Richard was there, because I was having trouble swallowing. He had to do the Heimlich Maneuver on me twice during that time. 04 and early 05 was the lowest time of my life, without a doubt. So now, suddenly, after almost four years, my swallowing has taken another leap forward. I may even try a Jalapeno, which I ate regularly as a young person, but has, in even tiny amounts, choked me for years now. It will be an interesting pulse, my 53rd. I am hoping that the vertigo and balance regression are symptoms of needing a pulse. From what I can remember about the impact of Rifampin four years ago, this is charter two or, in view of the ups and downs of the intervening years, the final chapter, or, at the very least, the second of a trilogy. So, like this sentence, it goes on and on - or maybe not.